It took some moments, but guild members began to recognize him.
"It's Guildmaster Thalion!" someone whispered.
"The Imperial Liaison himself," another voice said with awe. A title that hinted at his responsibility to ensure the guild's actions align with the interests of the empire.
Several adventurers raised their hands in greeting. Some smiled, others nodded respectfully, while a few gave hearty waves.
"Thalion! Good to see you back!" a bulky dwarf called out from a nearby table, lifting his tankard in salute.
Thalion responded with a warm, easy wave, a polite smile on his lips. He kept moving, his steps echoing softly as he passed the tavern section and began ascending the spiral staircase that hugged the interior wall of the guildhall.
The second floor was quieter, reserved for private offices and meetings. The chatter and laughter below softened as Thalion climbed. His boots clicked softly against the polished wood floors.
